"Of course you can, if you like. Paul, wrap her up well in the rug. Now, little one, we're going to start. I won't take you too fast."
He turned the car, and passing the Casino drove up the hill, taking the direction of Mentone, when he had reached the top. He had not been over this road before, as he had arrived by way of Nice yesterday; but he had studied road maps, and knew both how and where he wished to go.
"Now," said he, driving carefully, "how do you like it?"
"Oh, it's wonderful!" answered Rosemary, with a rapt smile on her rosy face.
"Have you ever motored before?"
She shook her head. "Never."
"Brave Baby."
"I don't usually care to be called a baby," she remarked. "But I don't mind from you."
"I'm especially favoured, it seems," said the young man. "Tell me how you happen to know me? I can't think, I must confess, unless it was on shipboard—"
"There! I knew perfectly well it was you!" broke in Rosemary with a look of rapture. "You were on a ship, and you were lost at sea. But you're found again now, because it's Christmas Eve."